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Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

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Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.

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Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.

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Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.

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You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.

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Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

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You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.

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How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!

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Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

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A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.

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Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: henna with spikenard plants,

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spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,

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a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved

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Awake, north wind; and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits. Lover

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I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved. Beloved

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I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.”

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I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?

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My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.

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I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.

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I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left; and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. I called him, but he didn’t answer.

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The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.

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I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love. Friends

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How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us? Beloved

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My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.

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His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.

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His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.

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His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

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His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.

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His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

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His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem. Friends

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Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you? Beloved

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My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

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I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies,

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You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

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Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.

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Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing; of which every one has twins; none is bereaved among them.

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Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

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There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

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My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

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Who is she who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?

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I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.

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Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots. Friends

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Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?

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How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.

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Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

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Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.

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Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

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Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.

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How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!

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This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.

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I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples, Beloved

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Your mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

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I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me.

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Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.

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Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.

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The mandrakes give forth fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.

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The mandrakes give forth fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.

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Oh that you were like my brother, who nursed from the breasts of my mother! If I found you outside, I would kiss you; yes, and no one would despise me.

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I would lead you, bringing you into my mother’s house, who would instruct me. I would have you drink spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.

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His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.

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I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires. Friends

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Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I aroused you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labor and bore you.

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Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of Yahweh.

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Many waters can’t quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned. Friends

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We have a little sister. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is to be spoken for?

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If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar. Beloved

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I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.

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Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. He leased out the vineyard to keepers. Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.

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My own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomon; two hundred for those who tend its fruit. Lover

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You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice! Beloved

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Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!

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The vision of Isaiah the son of Amoz, which he saw concerning Judah and Jerusalem, in the days of Uzziah, Jotham, Ahaz, and Hezekiah, kings of Judah.

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Hear, heavens, and listen, earth; for Yahweh has spoken: “I have nourished and brought up children, and they have rebelled against me.

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The ox knows his owner, and the donkey his master’s crib; but Israel doesn’t know, my people don’t consider.”

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Ah sinful nation, a people loaded with iniquity, a seed of evildoers, children who deal corruptly! They have forsaken Yahweh. They have despised the Holy One of Israel. They are estranged and backward.

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Why should you be beaten more, that you revolt more and more? The whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.

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From the sole of the foot even to the head there is no soundness in it: wounds, welts, and open sores. They haven’t been closed, neither bandaged, neither soothed with oil.

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Your country is desolate. Your cities are burned with fire. Strangers devour your land in your presence, and it is desolate, as overthrown by strangers.

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The daughter of Zion is left like a shelter in a vineyard, like a hut in a field of melons, like a besieged city.

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Unless Yahweh of Armies had left to us a very small remnant, we would have been as Sodom; we would have been like Gomorrah.

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Hear the word of Yahweh, you rulers of Sodom! Listen to the law of our God, you people of Gomorrah!

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“What are the multitude of your sacrifices to me?,” says Yahweh. “I have had enough of the burnt offerings of rams, and the fat of fed animals. I don’t delight in the blood of bulls, or of lambs, or of male goats.

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When you come to appear before me, who has required this at your hand, to trample my courts?

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Bring no more vain offerings. Incense is an abomination to me; new moons, Sabbaths, and convocations: I can’t bear with evil assemblies.

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My soul hates your New Moons and your appointed feasts. They are a burden to me. I am weary of bearing them.

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When you spread forth your hands, I will hide my eyes from you. Yes, when you make many prayers, I will not hear. Your hands are full of blood.

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Wash yourselves, make yourself clean. Put away the evil of your doings from before my eyes. Cease to do evil.

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Learn to do well. Seek justice. Relieve the oppressed. Judge the fatherless. Plead for the widow.”

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“Come now, and let us reason together,” says Yahweh: “Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow. Though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.

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If you are willing and obedient, you shall eat the good of the land;

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but if you refuse and rebel, you shall be devoured with the sword; for the mouth of Yahweh has spoken it.”

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How the faithful city has become a prostitute! She was full of justice; righteousness lodged in her, but now murderers.

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Your silver has become dross, your wine mixed with water.

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Your princes are rebellious, and companions of thieves. Everyone loves bribes, and follows after rewards. They don’t judge the fatherless, neither does the cause of the widow come to them.

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Therefore the Lord, Yahweh of Armies, the Mighty One of Israel, says: “Ah, I will get relief from my adversaries, and avenge myself of my enemies;

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and I will turn my hand on you, thoroughly purge away your dross, and will take away all your tin.

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I will restore your judges as at the first, and your counselors as at the beginning. Afterward you shall be called ‘The city of righteousness, a faithful town.’

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Zion shall be redeemed with justice, and her converts with righteousness.

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But the destruction of transgressors and sinners shall be together, and those who forsake Yahweh shall be consumed.

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For they shall be ashamed of the oaks which you have desired, and you shall be confounded for the gardens that you have chosen.